screaming for some healing Never felt so empty And I'm telling you It's slowly killing me Bleeding for some meaning I need to know theres something more to living than this horrible disease
for some healing I've never felt so empty And I'm telling you it's slowly killing me Bleeding for some meaning I need to know there's something more To living than this horrible disease
Traduzione: Smile Empty Soul. Malattia.
said, "Make it snappy! Tell all the people that their hair can't be nappy!" Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G A disease, created by leprosy
the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease
I'm not insane That's how it seems though Spiteful, cruel but wise beyond his age My body fails My soul will (rise) The end of life's immortalized Disease
and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the
in the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite Frustration another soul
good distribution Appeal to the masses the best as you can Radio Djs spreading your disease Infectious transmission from sea to shining sea Music without soul, an empty
But with half the nerve! I should have known, [I should have known!] I should have seen How much was wrong. You're a mistake. You're a mistake, a disease on my soul
A simple word I could shout out or blurt And that would take away all of the hurt A word to soothe your soul when the tears flow And that would make the smile
beauty Will be gone, will my weary soul find Release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end
emptiness to fill the void The transformation has begun And all at once the world was one And one could wander where he pleases Flashing smiles instead
I'm eternally grateful to my past influences But they will not free me, I am not diseased All the people ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic Man' Life should
joy I feel are the joys of emptiness I hate myself for loving you The fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease No-one can see the emptiness
the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise, of the leftist elite Frustration another soul
